Sunday, October 11, 2009

Excerpts of conversation from the train journey to Mangalore

He can't do anthing to me,I'm strong ..I just laugh in front of them..Straight- hair fringe, big big eyes..Anything to eat?..I have a spoon..wow...What are you?-What are you writing?...He's getting his head wet....I'll report her...Obedience, persevearance, discipline......Being grateful for the person who teaches...Words and values that get extinct...American value system... I have one orange in my bag somewhere... Yes,open it..OPEN..These are all american terms...Not hopping fro job to job..has been a country of rebels...I will not bow down to anybody..Everything is pretty and pink.. Did you see how it jumped on that guy?

Signal signal...just think ,this chicken has the power of ruling the world...Aaaah! nice well no?!...Keep the peels in your tea- this thing...Everyones walking around with bowls of red jelly..happy....Dreaming of you...Maybe your gonna be the one that saves.. The fire in your heart is out..AAIYYOOO!! there is no space..Smooth criminal.. haaay!! meri bindiyaan re...But i'll be needing the help of a local..they shoot each other...Bloody hell... Journey to the heart of the Zulu nation...They've made her horrible ...Just keep on bouncing baby...bachpan se ek aavaaz hamesha mujhse kehti thi ki mein ek actor banungi ......eesh! mein der kichoo bachlo na...

We gay couples..The sets and all are gorgeous na?...I am a bad boy.. thoda sa pagal...This is some funny thing..aawaaz hu mein..AWAAZ HU MEIN...sound that moves you..The 5 tribes that made up the confedaracy...there's no point... tum theek hotha tha...You wrote that also..I asked for my mobile phone...Why, they are still behind God?...Come on yaar

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